You were right, babe.
None of this means anything.
There's so much more for us to be
than see.

Somehow, all of a sudden, I find myself struggling,
too light, or too much, or not enough
I concede to this childish need for attention.
It's a desperate act
but disappearing me.
You better catch him while you can.

What a mess, past and present stitched together
perilously tethered.
I aint fooling anyone, least of all me.
Calling in sick forever and I'm calling bullshit on everyone.
This is a test, and I'm failing it.

You were right, babe.
I love how you know me.
I know how you love me.
I know how you long for this song to end.